The Works of Robert Burns: With His Life, Volume 1Cochrane and M'Crone, 1834 - Ballads, Scots |
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... passing hour or so , ever resume his studies in Telemachus . Of these early and interesting days , during which the future man was seen , like fruit shaping amid the unfolded bloom , we have a picture drawn by the Poet's own hand , and ...
... passing hour or so , ever resume his studies in Telemachus . Of these early and interesting days , during which the future man was seen , like fruit shaping amid the unfolded bloom , we have a picture drawn by the Poet's own hand , and ...
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... passed his days in constant labour as a flax - dresser , and his food con- sisted chiefly of oatmeal sent to him from his father's family . " A picture of his situation and feelings is luckily preserved of his own drawing : the ...
... passed his days in constant labour as a flax - dresser , and his food con- sisted chiefly of oatmeal sent to him from his father's family . " A picture of his situation and feelings is luckily preserved of his own drawing : the ...
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... passed frequently over the mind of Burns in his early days , we have his own assurance ; while labour held his body , poetry seized his spirit , and , unconsciously to himself , asserted her right and triumphed in her victory . Some ...
... passed frequently over the mind of Burns in his early days , we have his own assurance ; while labour held his body , poetry seized his spirit , and , unconsciously to himself , asserted her right and triumphed in her victory . Some ...
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... passed upon it . If any thing on earth deserves the name of rapture or transport , it is the feelings of green eighteen , in the company of the mistress of his heart , when she repays him with D 2 THE LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS . 35 talent ...
... passed upon it . If any thing on earth deserves the name of rapture or transport , it is the feelings of green eighteen , in the company of the mistress of his heart , when she repays him with D 2 THE LIFE OF ROBERT BURNS . 35 talent ...
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... passing matters , there are gleams of wit and poetry worthy of a less contracted subject . " The Ordination " succeeded , and is in a better vein . There is uncommon freedom of language and happiness of expression in almost every verse ...
... passing matters , there are gleams of wit and poetry worthy of a less contracted subject . " The Ordination " succeeded , and is in a better vein . There is uncommon freedom of language and happiness of expression in almost every verse ...
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Page 238 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest! Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Page 236 - My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer, A-chasing the wild deer and following the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!
Page 84 - With future hope, I oft would gaze, Fond, on thy little early ways, Thy rudely caroll'd, chiming phrase, In uncouth rhymes, Fir'd at the simple, artless lays, Of other times. " I saw thee seek the sounding shore, Delighted with the dashing roar ; Or when the north his fleecy store Drove through the sky, I saw grim nature's visage hoar Struck thy young eye. " Or when the deep green-mantled earth Warm cherish'cl ev'ry flow'rets birth, And joy and music pouring forth In ev'ry grove, I saw thee eye the...
Page 90 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom ! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' nionie a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu...
Page 177 - Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see ; For e'en and morn she cries, alas ! And aye the saut tear blins her ee : Drumossie moor, Drumossie day, A waefu' day it was to me ; For there I lost my father dear, My father dear, and brethren three. Their winding-sheet the bluidy clay, Their graves are growing green to see ; And by them lies the dearest lad...
Page 165 - Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.
Page 106 - And wi' the lave ilk merry morn Could rank my rig and lass, Still shearing, and clearing The tither stocked raw, Wi' claivers, an' haivers, Wearing the day awa : Ev'n then a wish, (I mind its power,) A wish that to my latest hour Shall strongly heave my breast ; That I for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some usefu' plan, or beuk could make, Or sing a sang at least.
Page 79 - A fig for those by law protected ! Liberty's a glorious feast ! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest.
Page 128 - The Poetic Genius of my Country found me, as the prophetic bard Elijah did Elisha — at the PLOUGH, and threw her inspiring mantle over me. She bade me sing the loves, the joys, the rural scenes and rural pleasures of my native soil, in my native tongue ; I tuned my wild, artless notes as she inspired.
Page 196 - A BARD'S EPITAPH. Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool, Let him draw near ; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a Bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, That weekly this area throng, O, pass not by ! But, with a frater-feeling strong, Here, heave a sigh.